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Summary: *NOW COMPLETE* A season-long narrative that takes the lemons of Season Two's finale and attempts to make them into lemonade by re-uniting lovers, righting wrongs, punishing the bad, rewarding the good, and giving an extraordinary series the epic finale it deserves.
As well as telling a new story, it is rich in flashbacks to series and pre-series moments, stretching as far back as to when Much is but nine years old. If there was ever something referenced in the first two seasons of the show that you've wondered about, imagined on, it's probably addressed here with a flashback.
Starring all those we've come to love and know in Sherwood and Nottingham. Robin and Marian front and center, and further in, especially Allan-A-Dale; Less-frequent series characters Edward of Knighton, Carter, and King Richard, Queen Eleanor, Count Booby & various OCs [including Robin's father Robert, Earl of Huntingdon].

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Author's Note:The following is my version of what a season (having nothing to do with the Season Three actually shown) following Season Two's finale should have/could have been. I don't consider it Alternate Universe, since it treats the entirety of the previous two seasons as canon. [With the exception that there are one or two unintentional mistakes regarding canon events.]
It is probably important to say that it is written unconventionally (and even for myself uncharacteristically, if you are a frequent reader of mine), with portions of brisk summary going into designated SCENEs. Hopefully this does not come off as too clumsy.

It is somewhere between an abstract of a season, and a screenplay. Hopefully it shows itself for what it is: a way to relate the bulk of an entire season (13 episodes), complete with backstory, written in a way I like to think Foz and Dom handled the treatment for the first season as they discussed on the DVD extras of that season. Further Author's Notes/Indulgent Points of Interest for this work, general and divided by section title, may be found in my author profile until such a time as I move them here.

This is (though I didn't know it would be at the time) dedicated to Marjatta, who, if you visit the reviews page, you will note faithfully and consistently encouraged me through her comments and postings (for a long time the only reader who did so), from the beginning to the sweet and satisfying end of this epic journey. Thank you. You made my day more than once both fictionally and non-fictionally.

The Season begins: Robin in grief, Sherwood and Nottinghamshire trying to get back into the groove after the outlaws' absence (and re-alignment, without D'Jaq and Will), and the Sheriff's absence.

Various adventures in outlawry ensue, including re-apportioning of burnt-out Knighton Hall and the surrounding village of Knighton to Gisborne to re-build (adding to his lands), or perhaps to outfit for the Sheriff's beloved garrison. After all, with Marian dead, Sir Edward her father dead and proven traitor to the Sheriff, and Edward's two sons, long-since dead, the land and its serfs are up for grabs. And ripe for use (or mis-use, as may be).

This general action carries us to episode three or four where being in the environs of Knighton gives Robin certain memories of his past there with Marian.

Sherwood grows close to the Hall (it always has), and Gisborne has had it cut back and cleared for security reasons, and is using it as a military parade ground, which puts Robin quite out of sorts...

SCENE: Knighton Hall at night. Robin visits secretly to see the damage done to his forest, and in a way, his heart. More than several large fires burn, wastefully (of course) consuming the cut-back timber and brush the villagers could have cured and used for heat (and other necessities) in the coming winter.

Guards stand nearby, tasked with watching that the fires do not get out of hand. The ink-like darkness of Sherwood that even the fires' light cannot cut into deters them from seeing Robin standing but a few feet from them, yet ideologically, miles away.

Robin's point of view:
He looked at the fires, their great blaze conquering the forest's edge for now. He would never care to see the land treated so carelessly, nor its resources. It was a large patch they had shorn of his (that is, of Marian's) land: Knighton. So now, also his. His to protect and guard. Yet too late he had arrived.

Everything seemed to come too late anymore. He wanted to feel angry, not regretful. He tried to will the outrage to come, to take over his spinning mind and narrow his thoughts, jumbled as they were. Wasn't that why he had come alone? To focus his thoughts? He stared deep and hard into the changing colors of the largest inferno, but instead of rage he was met with impossible nostalgia for a night long past. A night he had not thought on since his time away on Crusade...